Love of Jesus

10/04/2025

Although Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman appeared joyous and affectionate on the red carpet, his incisive remark hinted at a different story😬

10/03/2025

This morning I was getting ready for work when I saw something unusual under the car. At first, I thought the wind had blown a plastic bag there, or maybe it was just an old piece of cloth. 😱 I carefully bent down to take a closer look, but immediately screamed in horror, because what was under the car was moving. When I finally saw what it really was, I was in shock. To be continued in the first comm.ent 👇👇

10/03/2025

...𝗦𝗲𝗲 M𝗼𝗿𝗲🔽

10/03/2025

I’m 52F, and last Saturday I had a BIG evening planned—I was finally meeting my daughter Claire’s (24F) boyfriend, Ryan (25M). To get ready, I ran to the grocery store for everything I needed for dinner.
While I was unloading my cart, this young woman—false lashes, glued to her phone—started SHOVING her groceries onto the conveyor belt before I was even halfway done.
Me (calm but firm): “Excuse me, I’m not finished yet.”
She gave the deepest sigh, rolled her eyes, and snapped:
Stranger: “OH COME ON. SOME OF US DON’T HAVE ALL DAY. MOVE IT, LADY.”
Alright then. If she wanted to be rude, I could be patient. I slowed… way… down. One tomato. Pause. A loaf of bread. Pause. A carton of eggs, carefully placed… each item taking its sweet time on the belt.
She kept huffing and rolling her eyes like she was auditioning for a soap opera, but still didn’t pull her things back.
When the cashier started scanning, I spotted my opportunity. Her overpriced kombucha and fancy vegan dip had gotten mixed in with my stuff. I just… left them there.
Cashier: “All together?”
Me (pleasant smile): “Yes, please.”
I paid in cash, packed slowly, and that’s when she lost it.
Stranger: “HEY! THOSE ARE MY GROCERIES!”
Me: “Nope. I paid for everything.”
Cashier (shrugging): “She did.”
She went scarlet, sputtered, then stormed out with nothing but rage.
I thought that was the end of it.
Hours later, the doorbell rang—my daughter and her boyfriend were here.
Claire: “Mom, this is Ryan… and his sister, Jenna.”
I turned around, serving spoon in hand. And there she was. HER. ⬇️

10/03/2025

Not long after our wedding, my husband started changing. When we were dating, *Ethan* was thoughtful, attentive, always making me feel cherished. But once we married, the charm faded — suddenly, every household chore was “my job.” I told myself it was temporary, that the man I fell in love with would come back.
By the time my 30th birthday rolled around, I decided to push it aside and focus on celebrating. I invited friends, family, and of course, Ethan’s parents. The house was glowing, laughter filled the air — until the toast.
*Margaret*, my mother-in-law, stood with her glass raised high.
“To the maid’s daughter who married well!” she announced, her voice sharp enough to slice through the room.
The words landed like a bomb. Gasps erupted. My friends stared in shock, some with mouths open, others exchanging horrified glances.
And Ethan? He threw his head back, laughing, phone in hand, recording the entire thing like it was a comedy sketch.
My cheeks burned. My stomach twisted. I thought I’d crumble under the weight of it — but then, my mother stood.
She moved quietly, gracefully. She dabbed at her lips with a napkin, placed it neatly beside her plate, and straightened her shoulders.
And when she spoke, her words turned Margaret’s smug grin into confusion… then shock… and finally, pure horror. ⬇️

10/02/2025

How To Naturally Repair A Cavity. Keep these tips in mind to avoid visiting the dentist … See How 👇

10/02/2025

I'm 65, and my daughter recently died in childbirth. Her husband left a note saying life with a child wasn't for him and disappeared, leaving little Lily in my arms.
So I became the sole guardian of my granddaughter.
Living on a pension while raising a baby was nearly impossible. I picked up side jobs, worked weekends, and counted every penny.
So when my friend invited me to visit, promising to help with the baby so I could get some rest, I saved up for an economy-class ticket.
But as soon as we sat down, Lily started CRYING.
I tried everything — rocking her, feeding her — but nothing worked. Passengers stared, rolling their eyes. My cheeks burned with shame.
Then the man beside me snapped:
"For God's sake, CAN YOU SHUT THAT CHILD UP?!"
"I... I'm trying," I whispered.
He sneered:
"YOUR EFFORTS AREN'T ENOUGH! Did I pay to sit and listen to these screams?"
My voice trembled:
"Excuse me, please... I'm doing everything to calm her down."
He shouted:
"I WON'T STAND FOR THIS! GET UP WITH THAT PARASITE! YOU CAN EVEN LOCK YOURSELF IN THE RESTROOM, I DON’T CARE, BUT AS LONG AS SHE'S CRYING — DON'T COME BACK!"
Tears clouded my eyes. With trembling hands, I held Lily, stood up, and walked down the aisle toward the restroom.
But before I could reach it, someone stopped me. At that moment, Lily suddenly WENT QUIET.
She stretched out her tiny hand — NOT TO ME.
I lifted my head to see who she was pointing at.
Suddenly, everyone on the plane froze and TURNED THEIR HEADS TOWARD ME. ⬇️

10/01/2025

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10/01/2025

I’m a 40‑year‑old single mom raising two kids. My 12‑year‑old son, Caleb, lost his closest friend, Louis, to cancer last year. The boys were inseparable—little league teammates, shared sleepovers, even matching Halloween costumes. When Louis passed, Caleb stormed home from the funeral, shut the bedroom door, and sat for hours clutching Louis’s old baseball glove. His silence was the most painful thing I ever heard. Therapy helped a little, but Caleb dreamed bigger. Louis’s mother was broke, and one evening at dinner, Caleb turned to me and said, “Mom, Louis deserves a headstone and a night where everyone remembers him.” That summer, while other kids rode bikes to the Dairy Queen, Caleb began working: mowing lawns, walking neighbors’ dogs, washing cars for five dollars each. Each time, he would rush home, pile the crumpled bills into a shoebox and whisper, “Mom, we’ve got $370 now!” He even gave up his birthday money for the cause. Then disaster struck. A fire broke out in our laundry room. We escaped unharmed, thank God, but the next morning Caleb shouted when he opened his room: the shoebox was gone—months of hard work reduced to ash. He sobbed, “I promised Louis. This isn’t fair.” I didn’t know how to fix it. A week later, I found an envelope in our charred mailbox—no return address, just one line: > “Meet me at the old market building Friday at 7 p.m. BRING CALEB.” We went. The lot was packed with cars. Inside, the lights were blazing. Caleb clutched my hand, eyes wide. And as we stepped inside, we froze—not just because it was surprising, but because it was impossible.

09/30/2025

"My husband laughed and said, 'Did you ever glance at yourself in the mirror?' I was juggling three kids—he had no idea what would happen next. ___________________________________________ When I was 35, I had believed I knew my spouse, Dorian, but that was a mistake. We tied the knot at 28. He was charming and clever, always making me feel special. Our early days were modest—a tiny apartment and our golden retriever, Whiskey. Then our family grew. We had three children all under seven, with Finn, the youngest, a newborn. My days were dominated by feeding times, diaper changes, mediating sibling disputes, and scrambling to cook. There was little time to pay attention to my appearance. I survived on caffeine, wipes, and a forced burst of energy. Dorian spent his time drinking beer, lashing out, and showing indifference. 'Have you ever taken a look at yourself in the mirror? Look at yourself! You look like a scarecrow!' he shouted. The next morning, he texted me while at work: 'I wish you’d dress more like my ex, Melinda! She always looked great—tight dresses, heels, flawless hair, perfect makeup. You always appear as if you just rolled out of bed! I miss having a woman who actually made an effort.' He was referring to Melinda, an old coworker. Two days had passed since my last shower. The mess of spit-up clung to my hair and a toddler clung to me. Yet he still judged me. Weeks went by. One evening, he left his laptop open while showering. A single notification altered everything. Soon after, I planned a birthday dinner for him, aiming for something special. He expected a classic roast duck. Inside the cloche, however, lay only an envelope. He went pale when he read it. I calmly said, 'Happy Birthday. Consider this your gift. I hope you finally received what you deserve.